"She didn't let you sit at the high table?" She reached out to brush a curl from his face. Her heart swelled and ached, the sad truth of his life plain before her eyes. A bastard had few rights and while Ned had raised him with love and pride, Jon had been on the outside, made to feel beneath his true born cousins. "Did she mistreat you?"

There was raw emotion in her eyes, raised whenever Rhaegar's face was raised in her mind. In looking at Jon, she could see traces of him in her son. "He is your father. I understand the love you bear for Ned. Never forsake it, but Rhaegar..." she touched her stomach lightly, remembering that moment she told him she was with child. "He was so proud."